the night stars stick to us, we feel the weight of other worlds
Month: May 2016
she sleeps in the shallow shore waters. the rip current is her lullaby. i’m searching but its a full moon and the tide is hungry.
pity is a thirsty mistress
the ocean was what made me think of you. it always seems to.
enough brave moments of unreality can turn awe into a joyful normalcy.
with a clapping of the hands, i wake the gods.
the past is a sticky phantom, always following close at my heels.